As in I'm in a funk, and feeling really cranky!  Not happy at work, not happy at home, BLEAH! It makes me angry some days to be a nice person.  Can't decide if I'm nice or just wimpy.  Why can't I tell my boss it's not nice to give a coworker a nearly 10,000 a year raise last year, another coworker a raise this year, and then tell me they can't afford to give me a raise.  Give me a break.  I hate liars.  And why can't I tell my significant other that when you use my card to put gas in your truck it better be because you have no cash, not because you want to hoard your cash so you can go drink at night -- especially when I mentioned that I'm so broke that I'm nearly sick.  And I'm ready for some warmth.  I normally love winter, but I'm done this year.  I clean barn stalls every morning and I'm tired of being cold!  I repeat - BLEAH!!

Ok, I'm done grousing.  I see lots of good in life too, don't get me wrong.  I just need to vent every now and then when all that good is masked by tarnish.